Garnet crystal crashes

To the floor

Red wine bleeds into the cracks

You speak her name

And I too am shattered

She haunts your mind

So much I can’t

Find a way in

I try to seep into the cracks

To shine some light

Into the dark cavern

Of despair

To surge into your veins

To make you come alive

If only for a moment

When our lips touch

You resist

And relax

Then resist

I am here





I sweep up the glass

As you walk away

And pour another drink

I walk out the door

Leaving you alone

To fill in the cracks




she answers through a partial toothless grin

her pale blue eyes seem to twinkle

as if her mind was not crackled by

plaques they call Alzheimer’s

as if she was certain she knew

the question being asked

Moments earlier those same blue eyes stared

lifelessly at the crumbs on the table

Garbled words mumbled from dry lips

She looks up, smiles and shrugs


I glance at the woman across the table

who nods in agreement

Both of their gray haired heads are

bobbing in unison as I stare in disbelief

at their elusive conversation

A moment of unforeseen clarity in a

muddy river of blurry memories

I am certain that twinkle in her eye

means she knows the answer to

every meaningful thing

I want to know

about life

“If you could wish for one thing what would it be?”


by T Elizabeth



I wonder how

the ceiling looks

vacant chestnut eyes

staring up

what does she see

on the faded white tile

wringing the blankets

what play is taking place

above her bed

eyes shifting

lips mumbling

do the actors

follow her commands

do they notice her

hollow stare

are they acting

just for her

humming, humming

eyes now closed

do they frolic and dance

singing a gospel hymn

her lovely face

faded yet noble

abruptly softens

her fingers

so slim and elegant

direct the choir

toes tapping sheets

eyes misty

my pale hand links

to her dark fingers

in a quivering grip

we sigh

in hushed unison

a momentary repose

-by T Elizabeth

Magic exists here – The Sunday Wordle 170



Magic exists here

Tell me, what magic exists here?

where passions thrive

swarming around

the words that hang

from lover’s tongues

they jump and frolick while

they sweetly hum

and every creature of the forest

thrives in it’s beauty


the words he says

are lies

and he leaves

and it’s storming

and she cries

without hope

Tell me, what magic exists here?